Epigraph

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They loomed as gods

when you were young

Mom and Dad -

the shaping ones.

Instead of love,

they taught you pain.

Your childhood home

was never safe.

Now unhealed wounds

have gaped for years.

Distrust of self

and plaguing fears.

Replaying scenes 

within your brain.

Apologies

that never came.

Your damaged heart,

the place they haunt.

Darkness their gift

you did not want.

Dark Inheritance by John Mark Green

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